Back through the years i go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors and every piece was small
And i didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love she
Made my coat of many colors that i was so proud of

As she sewed she told a story from the bible she had read
About a coat of many colors josheph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you good luck and happiness
And i just couldn't wait to wear it and momma blessed it with a
Kiss
My coat of many colors that my momma made for me
Made only from rags but i wore it so proudly
I know we had money but i was rich as i could be in my coat of
Many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britiches holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors i hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing and a making fun of me
In my coat of many colors my momma made for me
And oh i couldn't understand for i felt i was rich
And i told them all the love my momma sewed in every stich
And i told them all the story momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors was worth more than all their
Clothes

But they didn't understand and i tried to make them see
One is only poor only if they choose to be
Now i know we have no money but i was rich as i could be
In my coat of many colors momma made for me
Made just for me